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He felt her hands on his chest and his eyes snapped open to see Aira. Her hair was draped to one side like something ethereal. Then he felt her move on him and he moaned. She leaned down and kissed him. He placed his hands on her hips, thrusting deeper in her. "Baby, baby, I missed you."

"But I never left baby." She sighed into him, nuzzling into his neck.

Her voice sounded different, multiplied. "Ai?" He moaned as she worked magic on him, making him not remember why he was concerned.

She pulled herself up and he yelled when he saw Chayla was gyrating on him. "Get off!"

"Baby?" Chayla said as she looked at him with dark soulless eyes. He tried to push her off but she moaned like they were fucking hard. "You feel so good, Duque." She said before cackling wildly. Her thighs made it so he could get her off of him.

"What's happening! Stop this!" Duke pushed and pulled but it only caused her to scream more. She may not have looked like Aira but she still felt like Aira. His eyes opened just as he orgasmed. He gasped hard as he oriented himself to his surroundings. His heart was pounding as he sat himself upright. He groaned at the dampness of his sheets as he reached over to his new box of tissues. Chayla did this to him. He realized it after he went to sleep last week. It was their first date and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her, and touching her in places he'd rather not. He hadn't been sleeping well since the dreams started. So, he tried to avoid it by staying up late trying to think of ways not to kill Chayla. Sleep was torture, awake was torture, work was torture, everything was torture. He angrily ripped his sheets and boxer briefs off and threw them in the general direction of the laundry basket. He couldn't remember the last time he ate, or showered. When Aira was with me. A headache replaced an image of her in his mind. He grabbed his phone and pulled up an online photo of her that he had to steal because Chayla had deleted all of the photos he had. He stared into her light brown eyes with a longing he had no idea he could ever have. She wasn't dead, but it felt like it. She was smiling in the picture but it didn't connect to her eyes. He knew when his brain was committing the image of her as a memory, his head ached, which meant he was about to be blurry eyed for a few moments as she fell from his mind again.

He shuffled to the shower and didn't even flinch when the hot water hit his skin. He had been doing it for eight days straight and the pain was the only thing from making him going completely murderous. He thought over everything he learned about Chayla. He tried Checking to see if he could get into Aira's property but she had invisible fence placed in to call the cops if she wasn't there. Nathan had to escort him home and scolded him for trying to be a pervert. He didn't understand that because the Stanford Estate was on twenty acres through the forest and water, he was nowhere near the house. He then tried to stalk Chayla, but Chayla was never without Aira, and vis-a-versa. That's when he figured Aira must be slipping or at least someone close to Aira was. Is it me? Is that why my nightmares are worse? He even started studying on how memories and the brain works. He was certain if she had Aira and the rest of Haven under for any longer she could make them have the memories permanently or kill them. If the month was up, he was killing Chayla Louise Duca.

He slid on the last pair of clean jeans he had and the last clean shirt, which happened to be a shirt Aira had bought for him randomly, said it brought out his smile in his eyes. He turned his sadness to rage as he grabbed his keys and wallet and went out into the rainy Maine morning. He remembered he was supposed to meet Audrey today at the restaurant to discuss what she learned. Everyone was walking about, oblivious that someone had taken their minds and changed everything, thousands of memories gone. He parked in his normal spot when he noticed he was parked next to Aira's grey mini. He stared at it in disbelief. Was she here alone? His hands began to sweat as he got out of the jeep quickly, thanking the heavens he decided to show this particular day. Before he could survey the room for her Denise bombarded him.

"Your office, now!" she said, grabbing his arm, guiding him towards his office like he had forgotten where it was. She slammed the door behind them. "Did someone die?" she asked, angrily.

"N-no." he stammered.

"Where have you been? I had to fill in for you! What's happening?" she asked. "We have no ice cream because you forgot to sign the forms yesterday cuz you weren't here!"

"I'm going through some shit!" he shouted. "I'm sorry! I'll do better, but just…just let me handle my shit first before you start jumping down my throat." He snapped.

Denise stared at him for a bit. "You look like crap Duke."

Duke turned and exited his office, feeling cramped in there with Denise. Why did things have to be so hard to handle. He came into work, wasn't that enough. He darted to the bar, grabbing a shot glass as soon as he was behind the counter. "I'll have whatever your having."

He froze, heart racing. He looked up into Aira's light brown eyes and his mouth went dry. It was like when he had first met her but a hundred times worse. "Aira…." He looked her over, noticing a new tattoo on the inside of her right arm. It was three different scenes of two women having sex. She had been talking about getting a new tattoo, and he had hoped to go with her.

"Duke." She said, looking at him like a lost friend. "How have you been?"

"Uh…."

"People in town…you know talk."

Is she concerned? He had been sure she would be brainwashed. "Sick." He couldn't help but answer with single answers. She looked amazing leaned over the counter in a skin-tight sweater dress and leggings. The weather was beginning to change and her fall attire was just as sexy as summer. "I'm having a shot of tequila."

"Me too then." Aira said. She smiled as she bit her lip, her eyes darting to his lips.

His heart jumped. He knew that look, she was checking him out, but why? His mind raced as he dared to look around for Chayla. He dared to bring her up. "Where's Chayla." He thought he was going to gag on her name.

Aira looked down at her hands. "The bathroom. She got a phone call. Told me to find a seat."

He couldn't help but smirk. "So, you chose right here." He flirted.

"Seemed lonely." She smirked back.

He poured a shot for her and himself. He never really taken shots with her, she wasn't much of a drinker. He wondered why she was drinking now instead of lighting a joint. She looked up at him when she licked her hand, giving him chills. He returned the gaze and then put the salt on his hand. I wish Chayla could see this. He set a plate of lime in front of them and she offered to link arms with him as they took the shot. She knocked it back like a pro, not even wincing. "That went down easy for you."

"Somethings do." She insinuated.

He swallowed hard. Audrey appeared in the entrance and beelined toward him, only slowing when she realized Aira was with him. "H-hi, Audrey." His voice cracking. Aira turned to look behind her.

"Hi Audrey." Aira said.

"Aira, so nice to see you." Audrey said. "How are you liking the new place?"

"It's great! So big though." Aira said. "You should totally come by. You and Nathan. Chayla and I would love that." She said. "I am planning a house party for the nearby neighbors, just to say hi. No date yet." She turned to look at Duke. "I'm sure I can convince Chayla to let you come Duke."

"Come to what?" Chayla's voice sounded annoyed. Duke caught her glare at him.

"You know, the party I wanna throw." Aira said slowly.

"He's not fucking coming." She said. Chayla grabbed Aira's arm then looked up at Aira looking betrayed. "What have you been doing while I was in the bathroom."

"What…."

"Did you have a drink with him?"

"Why are you mad?" Aira asked, looking confused as she reached out to Chayla.

"I'm not mad!" she shouted. Chayla looked over at Audrey finally and froze, looking confused. "Who are you?"

Audrey gaped then realized she was being spoken too. "Oh, I am Detective Audrey Parker." Audrey reached out to shake her hand. "Nice to meet you, Chayla, was it?"

"Yes…." Chayla stared at Audrey, a frown growing on her face. Chayla leaned into Aira's embrace finally as she looked over at Duke. Duke tensed, wanting to pry her off of her. "Well, Audrey, Duke, we are going to eat."

"Can we seat at the bar…." Aira began to ask.

"No." Chayla said looking up at Aira's face from Aira's chest. "Let's get a booth, I wanna cuddle."

Aira gave a smile but it was lackluster. "Yeah, let's go. One Hidden Cove, and a gin and tonic with lime and mint for the lady." She ordered. For a split moment she looked like she was sad, and in an instant a smile covered her moment of strangeness.

Audrey waited a few moments before speaking. "She is gloating her over you. What a little bitch."

"I know." Duke sighed. He watched them as they sat down, clear eye view of them. What Chayla wanted. He watched as Chayla turned Aira's face to make out. He looked down, it hurt too much.

"She looked at me weird. I think she realized she couldn't read my mind."

"Memories." He corrected. "She can only read the thoughts after they have been made into a memory."

"Do you think she is reading you right now?" Audrey and Duke looked back at the couple and Chayla was too wrapped up in Aira's attention to be paying attention. "That's a big fat negative. So, what are the key things you know."

"She can make you pass out, I don't know how, but it's like everything is wiped and your just awakened tired and confused. At least once a day there seems a moment of clarity, like I can remember everything, but then it's gone. I think Aira's fighting in there. She's the main focus of this, so I think it has to be her."

"Why do you think it's her."

"Chayla made a comment that Aira remembered me and it made her remember everything. She was mad. Couldn't figure out why I was so important to her. Said I created a problem. I don't know, she's fucking crazy."

"That is right at least. I did some digging myself, and she was institutionalized and diagnosed as a psychopath and or sociopath. She murdered a girl's dog when the girl called her a buck tooth dyke. She ran away at the age of fourteen to Washington state to attend a cello regional for some reason."

"Aira plays cello. She's been stalking her whole life."

"Aira is in danger." Audrey said plainly. He knew she wasn't telling him, she was telling herself.

"She's already got Aira to get her a new car." He grabbed a beer mug and began filling Aira's order. "I saw the red Lamborghini at the docks this week. She's showing off."

"Makes her sloppy." Audrey pointed out.

"What?"

"Well, if you can remember when things drop off and on, then she's focusing hard on Aira. Aira is probably fighting in there like you said, but she is gloating her which makes her lose focus."

Duke raised his hand to shush Audrey. Aira had gotten up and was walking toward them. "Chay wants to know what's taking so long." She made a look that was embarrassed. "I seriously don't know why she dislikes you so much." Aira said to Duke.

"Dislike is a soft word." He said, making her laugh.

"You noticed." She laughed. Duke handed her the beer and a gin and tonic with lime and mint. Her hand overlapped his and he almost dropped the glass just to hold her hand. That's all he wanted, to hold her hand, so simple, and he couldn't. She bit her lip as she went to turn. "Thanks Duke." She said. She turned and paused.

"Aira?" Audrey asked as she went to grab her arm. Aira turned her head quickly towards Audrey and leaned in, startling Audrey. Duke watched, wondering what was happening. Then Aira looked glazed over and left them. Audrey looked back at Duke, eyes wide.

"What?" Duke whispered.

"Don't make any stupid faces." Audrey said. "Is she looking at us?"

"Aira?"

"Chayla you idiot." Audrey spat low.

Chayla was looking at him and Audrey. He glared at her as he felt his mind being manipulated. He waited until she flipped him off and went back to openly grabbing on Aira. He looked down at Audrey. "She's done mind raping me. What."

"She was free."

"What?"

"She said help her." Audrey whispered.

Duke looked up, horrified. He watched as Aira put money on the table and as Chayla dragged her out of the restaurant. Chayla flipped him off as she left. "Fuck!" he said.

"Calm down."

"No!" Duke shouted louder. "This is BULLSHIT!"

"Duke!" Audrey stood up.

Duke left quickly toward the front door, hoping to catch them as they left, but Aira was already skidding down the street. He kicked over a trash can flinging trash everywhere. He leapt into his jeep and revved it to life. He didn't know where he was going.

Chayla felt like she was losing control. Aira was fighting her somehow and she didn't know why. She didn't want to keep the memories she had implanted in her. She swept her mind over and over and every time Aira began peeling back the lies like plastic wrap. She even let go several neighborhoods to help keep up the walls in her mind. Then she came across a latent memory of hers from her childhood. Her mother had had her tested and they had found out Aira had an IQ of one hundred and seventy-one, and that was at the age of eight. She began to wonder if her genius was the reason for her resistance. Because Duke's dick can't be that amazing. She had avoided most of the sex memories between Duke and Aira, but it was hard, Aira had sex a lot. She had put fake memories in her for the past two days for sex. She didn't know how many more ways Aira could actually fuck her in. It was all amazing, toe tingling, mind-blowing sex, but she couldn't handle losing control of her power over Aira every single time she climaxed.

She watched Aira sauté onions in nothing but an apron that she made herself because Aira made almost everything she wore. Chayla rubbed her hand between her legs, aching for Aira to touch her. She was like a drug, but she had to pace herself. How is her ass so perfect? Focus! She needed to come up with some sort of idea to get Aira to somehow believe she was her only love. The doorbell rang and Aira peered towards the door confused.

"Did you invite someone over, babe?" she asked as she ran her fingers through her sisterlocks, pushing them to one side.

Ugh, she is so hot! "Yes!" she got up and shimmied over to the door. "I invited Denise over." She saw Aira's eyes perk up.

"Is…is this what I think it is, or should I put more clothes on?" Aira asked.

She always had a way of saying something to make it sexual, and that was so hot to her. "You can take the apron off if you want." She winked. She hated how excited Aira was; it made her want to scream. She swayed as she walked to the door. She opened it to a smiling Denise. Denise had changed five times and redone her make up three times before wiping it off completely and giving up. Chayla was glad she had at least tried. She eyed her up and down. She was athletic, and had nice tits. "Hi!"

"Hey! Am I too early?" she asked nervously.

"Nope, Ai is just cooking dinner. Fajitas!" Chayla said and led Denise through the entry way. Denise let out a 'wow' as she surveyed the room. As they turned the corner, Aira in all her glory stood stark naked in five-inch red heels. She wasn't facing them so she wasn't aware of their presence. She heard Denise mutter a phrase and it got the attention of Aira. You could see her definition as she turned. She placed her phone on the counter and smiled and Denise sounded like she was about to choke. Denise believed Aira had to be a Goddess and she was beginning to panic.

"Denise!" Aira smiled as she strode across to Denise. Denise grew stiff, nerves getting the best of her.

"Ai…ra!" she stammered.

"I'm just cooking dinner. We were going to eat by the big fireplace in the room down the hall over there. There's the best rug and blankets." She bit her lip and looked at Denise like prime rib. "Chayla can tell how great it is."

"You are so bad." Chayla giggled. Aira had done many things to her on that rug already. She guided Denise down a grand hallway that was littered with art that the Stanford family drew. They invoked emotions and sensations, but she knew it had to be because of Aira's family trouble. "So, this is the Northern Hallway. Leads to her study and her sewing room and her smoke room. And two spare bedrooms. Also," She opened a door and a grand room that was dimly lit and smelled of roses and fresh linen. Denise gasped. Large statues loomed over them, somehow seeming to looking like they were dancing but they weren't, another illusion from her family. The fire place was lit and low Japanese table was set on the floor with chips and dip of all sorts. Aira always had food for guests even if she didn't necessarily eat the junk herself. Chayla loved junk food. So much she had a weight issue growing up, just like Aira, except hers didn't get better until she went out of the country and paid a ridiculous amount for them to remake her body. She even got her teeth fixed. She did it for Aira, for the one day they met and Aira could fall for her. It didn't happen like that though. She had to watch Aira press herself against someone else, and not even a damn woman, it was Duke fucking Crocker. Something about him rubbed her the wrong way. Like the class clown that was allowed to get away with too many things until it was too late. "this room, the art room. It's from her family. She had them put most of the work in here."

"Stunning." She said looking around mesmerized. Chayla helped Denise with her coat, trying to get the girl to relax. The fire seemed to help calm her. The dull light flickered on the walls, making them look like ants in a mammoth room.

"Aira made the guac, the French onion dip, and this cheese dip right here. Its crack, I swear." Chayla said. Chayla bet Gordan Ramsey would bow down to Aira's cooking. She grabbed a tortilla chip and dipped it in the cheese and brought it to Denise's mouth. She learned seconds later that she had aroused her. Well she's easy. Aira's gonna make her pass the fuck out if she's this easy. Aira appeared with a push cart of sizzling food. The house used to have servants so a lot of handy things were left behind.

"How you liking the dips?" Aira asked. Both girls looked at her with a look of hunger and it wasn't for food. She brought the food to them and leaned down between them. "If you want me to get dressed, I can…."

"No, you look amazing…." Denise blurted.

"Have you done this before?" Aira asked.

"No." she said sounding small.

Aira reached out and pulled up Denise's shirt, taking it off completely. She wore a white bra with black stripes. "When I had my first experience with a woman, I was nervous, and excited." Aira said calmly. Chayla grabbed a cup for Aira while she was slowly seducing Denise, and slipped in a few pills. She poured in vodka and juice.

"Made you a drink babe." Chayla said sweetly as she took her tank off revealing herself. Aira and her ate naked together most days.

Aira smiled back at her and it made her heart flutter. Aira flicked Denise's bra and it sprang off. "Are you scared?"

"No."

Aira leaned in again but this time she began to gently kiss Denise's collar bone, slowly going up her neck. Goosebumps spread over her body like a wildfire. She watched as Aira's tongue licked her and she wanted to join in. "Did you like that?" Aira asked but Chayla already knew that Aira knew the answer. Chayla didn't have to scan over Denise's memories to know that she was more than turned on.

"Y-yes." She stammered.

Aira made it seem she was about to kiss her but pulled back, leaving Denise in a daze. "I guess I should eat first before I have dessert."

Chayla couldn't believe how smooth Aira was, and she was hers, and no one else. She would have to make sure it stayed that way.